Teenage Dilemma in Extraordinary Kingdoms

Melith was, and is, a great kingdom within a great continent. But that continent was, and is, on a strange planet, and that planet a strange galaxy. Melith had a lovely princess, and for that matter, a lovely royal family. Elva, the princess, was so kind to everyone she met.

Except for when she wasn’t.

Osiria was, and is, another admirable kingdom, a neighbor to Melith. It had a charming royal family, a charming young prince: James. The family was boisterous and outgoing. And like the Melith family, compassionate and jovial.

Overly emotional, as well. No one in this galaxy was ever happy, sad, fine, or mad. More so ecstatic, depressed, furious.

Which may be why Elva and James found it so hard to be teenagers.

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An overjoyed Elva sat in a slightly-too-large throne, in front of a tiny family. They were pitiful,

really. Poorer than poor, not a home nor a job to their name. The Melith family had just decided that they would, indeed, give the family a home and jobs, right there in the castle.
“We will speak no more. We have a familial matter to attend.” Elva’s father, Edgar, spoke to his counsel, a dismissive tone, and the family was left alone. “Adeline, Elva.” Edgar stood, and gestured towards the door, leading his family to the dining hall.
They walked in a comfortable silence, one that was not foreign to any of them. Their long dress or cloak drug on the rug that covered the neutral stone floor. Everything they passed, from the rug to the tapestries to even their clothes, were the same two colors, blue and green.
Other than the door, that is. The wood door was shoved open just as the family reached it, the timing perfect so no one had to stop or even slow down.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Elva huffed. “I heard the Osirians are visiting.” It wasn’t like Elva hated the Osirians. She loved the neighboring king and queen like extended family. But she despised their son.
“Well then, dear daughter, you heard correctly. I’ve invited them to dine and rest for the weekend.” Edgar beamed at the mention of his dear friends.
Meanwhile, a carriage was arriving, decorated with the Osiria colors of red and purple. The king, Augustus, clammered joyfully out first, followed by his wife, Caroline, equally jolly, and their son. He was not happy. He despised Elva almost as much as she despised him.
The Queen of Osiria looked at her son and squealed, “Oh, sweetheart, you look so beautiful! Augustus, doesn’t he look pretty?”
“I don’t think pretty is the right word to describe our son, Catherine. Handsome, I would say. Like his father.” Both father and son puffed out their chests at the remark.
They walked into the dining hall, not before being announced, and saw little Elva practicing her magic. She had somehow managed to levitate all the food on the table, and while her family was entertained, the servants were all trying to figure out how to make her stop without being rude to the crown princess. The help had to learn to ignore their emotions, while the nobles were allowed to act upon any whim they pleased.
Augustus smiled as he took in the room and winked at Caroline. He then spoke, making sure the Meliths could hear him, “I love what they’ve done with the place. Though it does remind me of our own castle. Only smaller.” Then he smirked at Edgar, daring him to a duel of words.
But Edgar didn’t take the bait. Instead, he pushed himself out forcefully from the table and stood up, extending his arm towards Augustus. “Hello, old friend!”
“Hello, older friend!” Augustus replied, still wanting to duel.
The Queens embraced as Edgar spoke, “Let’s tell the children the good news, shall we?”
“I shall! Children, you know that your fifteenth,” Augustus nodded towards Elva, “And your sixteenth,” Then towards James, “Birthdays are coming up. We decided that it is high time that you get married.”
At first, no one understood, and the parents waited for their reactions. “So?” Asked Elva, “Why did they have to come all this way to tell us that?”
The parents realise their mistake and Edgar decides to fix that. “No, we are having you two get married.” No reaction. “To each other.” At this, both children look shocked before Elva levitates herself out from the table, says something about “no appetite” and quickly exits the room.
James, also needing an excuse to leave the room, declares, “I’m going after her.” With that, he exits the room behind Elva.

“I think they took that very well.” said Augustus, pleased with himself.

Elva doesn’t go to her room. She goes to the tower beside, and James goes to her room. They sit, both in their thoughts, as a plan comes to each of their minds. The same plan.

Both children were enraged at their parents, horrified that they would even suggest such an idea. They both thought of ways to call off the marriage, to get rid of the other.

James had an idea. He rushed around the room, nervous that Elva would come bursting in at any second. But he found what he was looking for. Her magic book. He opened to the chapter about poisons and turned to the specific page- something called Cyanide.

He finished making the poison and dumped the cauldron's contents into the only pitcher in the room.

From there, he quickly made his way back to his parents.

“Have you two kissed and made up?” His father asked, teasingly.

“Well, we made up. But I would like to retire now, may I ask where it is that I am

staying?”
The King of Melith gestured for a servant to show him to his room. “Right next to Elva’s.”
James retired to his room to wait for the news of Elva’s demsie. He had just closed the door when Elva opened the tower door, silently with magic. She walked to her own room and with a wave of her hand the tower door was closed, and her door open.